Five

June 10, 2011
by Holly Becker

img_0330I’m now the mother of five year old twins. I’ve had a few weeks to practice saying it, but it still sounds so strange to hear it come out of my mouth.  In many ways, it seems like just yesterday that my husband and I welcomed our baby girl and  baby boy into the world. They were the tiniest babies I’d ever held in my arms. My son was only 4 lbs., and my daughter was 4 lbs. 7 oz. They weren’t even as long as a loaf of bread. I have the pictures to prove it!

In my five years of being a mom, I’ve learned that this childrearing gig is a fascinating paradox of time. The days sometimes seem to last an eternity, but the years just fly by.

When I think back to those exhausting newborn days with twins, I remember saying to myself, “What have I gotten myself into? Can I really do this day after day? How will I ever leave the house with two babies?”

Back then we were changing approximately 20 diapers a day, swaddling babies in blankets and waking up every three hours to feed them.  We tried to interpret Jabbernese ( a.k.a baby talk) and respond to needs that they couldn’t tell us. Now, they are potty trained, sleep in big kid beds and  use their own feeding utensils. That communication thing we’re still working on. They, however, have no trouble voicing their needs anymore, and they can voice their wants even louder.

It’s truly incredible to me how much these two children that God’s blessed me with have  changed and grown in the first five years of life. Eli, my skinny little baby who struggled to gain weight so he could be released from the NICU, can now ride a bicycle without training wheels. He can build things by looking at diagrams that are beginning to challenge me.

Mila, my petite princess, was dubbed Mighty Mouse in the NICU because she was so little but strongs. These days she’s busy climbing trees and catching catepillars, bugs and frogs with her bare hands. She’s still quite mighty. Just ask her brothers. A girl with two brothers must be one tough cookie to surive.

Now, I spend more time wishing time would slow down. They’re not babies, toddlers or even preschoolers anymore. They are kids….kids who will be entering kindergarden in a few months. Times are changing.

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